What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death?
-Romans 7:24, NIV
His mind falls numb. Each day he believes the lie that slavery has been abolished in today’s world. And does that lie spread like wildfire! Man doesn’t know any better, he keeps feeding himself with lies. Maybe in the West, there is no reason to tie people -except criminals- in shackles anymore. But there’s also no reason to wear shackles of his own creation!
In his mind, he plans everything…but, alas, he never knows where he’s going, where he’s headed. His bulging impulses are too strong; his pull to debauchery inexcusable. Every step he takes is full of deceit, chicanery and subterfuge. And there’s nothing he can do-that’s just the way he’s built.
Not everybody looks at him with scorn. Some actually think of him like a human being. If they had the chance, they would take him home, feed and bathe him, and show him how to be a civilized human being, with a special note on the word civilized. His body was the body of a brute, but nevertheless, he carried the proud stains of wretchedness. Tsk, tsk, they muttered with their mouths. Their good intentions were never enough. Any intention was never enough.
There was no reason for him to spend the rest of his life in this stupid place, in this stupid sale. Nobody would reach him without hurting him. What was the point of living if this is what he had to endure? He knew he wasn’t worth it, but someone needed to do.
He needed to be saved. He needed to be redeemed.